You ask me why I never talk
But you never listen
Everything that’s said falls short
These eyes sometimes glisten
Frustration boils, slow volcano
You panic when confronted in this way
The fallout like black snow
You just up and run away
I should be used to it now
But you bring it up all the time
This is all wrong somehow
I have to draw the line
Why do people ask what they don’t mean
When all they want is your ear
Why is it they always demean
What is it they fear?
I’m tired of repeating myself
To a point I’ll finally crack
In my own personal hell
I just wanna climb back
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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